Zippers

Zippers

I heard a story once about a couple who had a fight and stopped talking to each other for a whole week.  By Saturday they were still mad at each other. The wife had a meeting that afternoon, but as she dressed she found she couldn’t reach her zipper and needed her husband’s help.  She wasn’t about to talk to him, so she motioned with her hands and he got the point.  As he zipped her up he jabbed the zipper into her back a couple of times, just to let her know that he was still mad at her.

When the wife got home a few hours later she saw her husband’s car in the driveway.  Obviously he was working on something underneath because his legs were sticking out on the side.   As she passed the wife reached down, grabbed the zipper on the pants, and jabbed it in a couple of times, to get back at her husband.

She got the shock of her life, though, when she walked into the kitchen and saw her husband sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water.  “Who was that man out under your car?” she gasped.

Surprised she was talking to him her husband replied, “Our new neighbor.  He offered to take at look the leak under my car.”

Horrified, the wife explained what she had done, and her husband ran outside to try to explain to his neighbor why someone had just jabbed him with his zipper.  He called his friend’s name but know one answered, so the husband bent down and looked under the car.  There lay the neighbor, out cold.  He had been so surprised when a strange woman jabbed him with his zipper that he sat straight up, hit his head under the car, and knocked himself out cold!